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| me and fen and my nephew's walrus shirt. |
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| i remember. tusk, the song with that swinging hip high school marching band. |
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| god that was a good song fen. |
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| hey, where you goin? |
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| thanks be to god it be friday. we ain't gotta pose all weekend. |
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| we axuly like to pose, we just pertend to be annoyed. |
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| truly? i thought you thought i was a selfish beast, making you pose for my amusement and treats you would get anyways. |
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| nope. anyways it's all a pose, philosophically speaking, init. |
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| how come hilde always gets to be right? |
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| because i'm always yelling at her for scarfing junk and snow and reminding her of her weak bladder, that's why she always gets to be right. |
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| oh. and why i gotta wear the animal? because hilde was too dignified. |
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| you know it's not so much the evil, it's the unconsciousness. |
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| yeah, you're right, it is so much the evil. it's that the people are evil, unconscious or otherwise, you cant just say it's a top-down world and waddaya gun do? |
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| &whom i to talk anyways, blithely blogging on blatheringly, thinkin' i'm cute puttin' stuff on dogs heads ranting incoherently and not saving the planet from extinction. |
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| i know, i know, i feel so guilty- doesn't that redeem me a little? |
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| it would perhaps if you was sincere. but you jest fiddlin' on the roof while the damn house burn. |
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| who said anything about fair anyways, he said hope, he said change, he said a lot of other shit about guantanamo and some lofty rhetoric in that nobel speechifyin', but he never ever said fair. |